694 Not Like A Living Person

"Although I am not good at ruling, since that person could rule Six States at 20 years of age, having millions of troops. How could such a person be an average Ruler?"

"Don't let the Confucians hear what you said."

Zigui gave out a soundless sigh. Just looking at this Gantian Mountain City, he knew that the ability of this Ruler couldn't be underestimated.

He was really clear about the strength of the Night Demons. Just one small army could destroy a world 1,000 times the size of theirs.

It was indeed shocking that Gantian Mountain was able to go up against them for several months and even wipe them all out.

"It is Wu Xu's fault that we are enemies with Gantian Mountain! Taking revenge for his own grievance, shortsightedness, he really isn't good enough to be the head of the Vast Habitat..."

He scoffed with disdain. Zigui's brow rose up as he looked into the distance.

There was a muscular person at the corner of the street also looking over.

He was ten feet tall, with a bear waist and tiger back, like a mountain standing there.

Many of Gantian Mountain people were strong and tall cultivators. If this person was mixed into a crowd, he wasn't really outstanding.

However, right away Zigui noticed the person. First, killing intent appeared, but then he retracted it.

"It's Yuanshi Demon Sect's Hai Shangjun. It seems like your old opponent has also returned."

When Zigui saw him, his lips curled up, "I heard that Yuanshi Demon Sect had two disciples who died near Third Dragon Hall and they suspected that they were killed by Zong Shou. It seems like he came over most probably due to the Monster King's Heaven Barrier Tribulation."

The muscular man in the distance had no intentions to stay any longer. He looked at them coldly before turning and leaving. A smile appeared on his face, carrying a deep meaning whilst also looking extremely cruel.

"It most probably is! 200 years of not meeting and his cultivation is becoming more and more indiscernible."

Qingming nodded slightly, his eyes shining, "However, is it appropriate to work with the Demon Sect?"

"How can you say that? We are each fighting our own."

Zigui shook his head in disagreement, following which he said curiously, "The top Sword Path Monster King, the top Talisman Taoist 300 years ago and this third strongest in Demon Sect in the past. Who knows which one of you is stronger? Can Zong Shou handle our attack?"

"Qingming you dare to compare with him?"

Qingming broke into self-mocking laughter, "When I was in the Cloud World, I didn't have a reputation like his; unrivalled and crushing everyone. I admit I was weaker. Also, I can't achieve a 40% Spirit and Martial arts merger now. Only these 300 years of tough training in the outer regions could help me. Even if I am 300 years older than him, I don't have much confidence. This person's strength in Donglin is comparable to peak Celestial Realm. However, you and I are restricted by the Cloud World and can't use..."

"That's why we need to return! If it was anyone else, they wouldn't be able to go up against him. Actually, there's no need to worry too much. Although the Daoling Vast Habitat can't draw the power of all the sects, there are many people we can use in the Cloud World..."

Just as they said this, the both of them looked toward the east, their brows raised, "It's a death wave?"

Exchanging glances, Zigui scoffed coldly, "The gates of the Netherworld have opened, the Nine Yin Death Witch has descended. If she isn't stopped, blood will spread for 1,000 miles. At this moment, one more part is missing to seal Heaven and Earth. The Spiritual Wave will rise soon. The heavens are helping us!"

His heart moved, only to see several soldiers rush over.

Dozens of slightly stronger intents landed on this place.

"So there are actually still people in this world who know about me!"

He laughed out loud before stepping away and disappearing from the spot.

Qingming shook his head slightly. At the start, he felt that it was better not to use his actual name.

Forget it! It might not be a bad thing to alert the enemy.

It was best if they could shock Zong Shou. If not, then the best they could do was cause the troops defending him to be suspicious.

Even a heroic person, when sensing danger and feeling pressure would become anxious. That would be when they would make a mistake...

A sharp glow flashed in his eyes. With a swift movement, he followed Zigui and left this place.

When those thousands of armored soldiers rushed over, they were nowhere to be seen.

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Driving the Royal Demon God Shuttle, Zong Shou used just three days to arrive in the sky above Demon Corpse Mountain.

The dark clouds here had already spread out of Blood Valley and covered thousands of miles of space.

The Yin Death Energy wasn't to be beaten, half the mountain range was covered by it.

Although Zong Shou took precautions, the troops he placed in Cloud Saint City weren't allowed to get close.

Looking below, thinking back to what happened several years ago, Zong Shou sighed.

Not long after he arrived, the original Cloud Saint City Lord, one of the current Inspector-Generals Xu Zhengyuan also arrived.

Half a year ago, he also broke through to Grade-7 and was able to fly in the air.

He stood behind Zong Shou, his expression filled with worry.

"Three days ago, the Yin Death Energy suddenly exploded. I don't know for what reason..."

He bowed, "It is my fault, afraid that the situation changing was a sign of the Death Witch reviving, I evacuated the people 3,000 miles all around. However, looking at the situation, it is too late."

"When matters are anxious we can't follow power. I should be thankful for you, why would I blame you?"

Zong Shou nodded slightly and focused on where Gong Xinran was buried.

Although a dark fog spread, it couldn't block his Spiritual Eye.

Everything here was the same as when he buried her, apart from the dark red blood marks on the tomb.

He could feel that there were a total of 81 Yin Veins gathered here.

The tomb was like an extremely strong heart and those veins were like blood vessels; swallowing and spitting out the Yin Death Energy of Heaven and Earth.

If one listened closely, one could hear the heartbeat of the person within the tomb.

At the start, it was tough to pick up, but if one listened long enough, it got slowly louder. It was like thunder shaking the heart.

Zong Shou instantly felt the corner of his brow hurt. Looking at the situation, Gong Xinran really had revived in the world.

As expected, from what Jin Buhui said, this wasn't a normal Nine Yin Death Witch.

Looking at her tomb, it was obviously quick to totally connect the worlds of Life and Death.

"Did you send someone in to see? What weird changes were there these few days?"

"I didn't dare take it lightly!"

Xu Zhengyuan frowned, "Three days ago, the Death energy exploded. At this moment, everyone under Grade-3 would instantly die. Grade-4 Xiantian could only touch it for a moment. Even I didn't dare to go deep in. As for what the situation is within, I do not know..."

Zong Shou frowned and then his brow loosened.

"Send my order to retreat all the troops."

The Death Energy has accumulated for many years and was too abundant. Normal people couldn't even get close, so naturally they couldn't help.

They would only die if they just stayed here.

Only Grade-5 and above would be safe.

At this moment, those Blood Cloud Cavalry were still in Huizhou. There were only 1,000 in Gantian Mountain and 2,000 Black Fox Iron Cavalry.

These two Elites were needed to protect Gantian Mountain City in case experts came so they couldn't leave.

This time, he was really caught off guard.

After saying this, Zong Shou ditched Xu Zhengyuan and stepped into the dark fog.

The Death Energy within was really abundant. Normal Grade-5 people would instantly turn into bone. If one stayed for too long, one would need to consume lifespan.

At this moment, Zong Shou was traveling inside without any care at all.

He was grasping the Styx River Death Sword which had tens of times stronger Death Energy than this. Naturally, he was unafraid of this small amount.

Within 1,000 miles of the Demon Corpse Mountain, there were no living beings left. Even trees and plants were all dead.

The ground was covered in a layer of thin ice.

There were numerous gazes which looked over from afar.

Looking out, they were all Yin Flames.

Although there were no living beings, there were many Death Beasts that could move; mostly decomposed beast corpses and some ashen white bones.

However, because Zong Shou prepared early and locked this place down, so the area around Demon Corpse Mountain was devoid of beings. There were only these Death Beasts that were at a Low Grade and weren't of much threat. Even when Zong Shou walked to the front of the tomb, nine of them dared to challenge him.

Most of the Death Beasts didn't have intellect. They could only deduce strong and weak. Just the sword suppression alone made them fearful.

Looking at the tomb, at the few blood words, he was shocked.

...This was the person he loved in the past.

He was Tanqiu in the past, so although he pitied her, he didn't feel much.

However, at this moment, he knew the source of his body.

The so-called Tanqiu was just a soul that Zong Weiran gathered, using the power of the Book of Eon to reincarnate 10,000 years later as Zong Shou.

Thinking back to his experiences in Linhai College, his eyes were filled with sadness.

Following this, he came to his senses.

Even if Gong Xinran could fix things, she wouldn't be so caring and gentle like before.

He wasn't that immature teen. His heart realm couldn't go back to several years ago.

He sighed, using Spiritual Power to buff his eyes to look into the tomb.

He couldn't see her body, only a ball of Yin Fog.

Just as his Spiritual Sense was about to pierce through it, a dark and cold Spiritual Sense struck toward his soul.

Zong Shou frowned and retracted his gaze. He also blocked this Spiritual Sense's wave.

He stood on the spot, totally speechless.

Was that Gong Xinran?

It was ice cold, filled with a violent intent, unlike a living person...

As expected from the dead.